Thought's are stretching out,like an expanded
mouth;able to swallow a lot of hollow,excluding
time;still unaware of realities stare,chatter
becomes unmixed,words come forth from a steaming
kettle;and residue soon gone from new;disolved
like natures set or raindrops wet,they mean what they say
say,in droves how they lay;some are captured in a dish
h;is thirst a wish,that's what real is;too feel is ever
er,new when true,it needs repeat;till thought
becomes realities seat,solid like fire,so unlike
mouth and hand in mire;my prose did just expire;
amen i tire.
Joe.